I Am The Desert

I am the desert.
I offer you nothing.
Come to me.

I will show you what you have
When my worst winds have whipped you
and sanded you smooth—
What is left is truly yours.

I am the desert. I offer you nothing. Come to me.

The life you bring is all the life here.
I can offer it back to you,
Not a dry drop wasted.

I am the desert. I offer you nothing. Come to me.

Unveil what was once too wet to be seen.
I clean with dust, I cleanse with rust,
I break to reveal what has been.

I am the desert
I do not speak
But my wind yells
It howls where the cymbals stand
The empty cymbals rattle…
Do you hear?
Someone once played here, once laughed at a joke—
Too late, I fear—

I am the desert
I do not speak
It is only echoes of yourselves you hear.